Robin Stoddart (G 49-53)
          
          Brian Powell  (F 50-54) and Malcolm Corrie (G 49-54) kindly provided the following:
          
“Robin, who sadly died in  August 2012, became one of the most respected financial journalists of recent  times. He worked for several financial journals and national newspapers before  becoming a regular columnist with The Guardian.
Though he lived most of  his working life in London, Robin’s roots were in the north of England. He was  born in Teesdale and attended local schools there until his family moved across  the Pennines to Alston in Cumberland. From there he started at St. Bees,  initially on Eaglesfield, then as a member of Grindal. He was made house  prefect in his final year. He represented the school as the second XV  full-back. In his usual modest and self-deprecating way, he later used to say  that due to an eyesight problem he couldn’t always follow the ball and that his  rugby career owed more to sheer luck than merit! Robin was a useful fives  player and represented Grindal on several occasions. He had significant roles  in the school’s dramatic productions, but always stressed that he had no  ambitions to become an actor. On the academic side he gained the school prize for  history. 
He left St. Bees for  Durham University to read politics and economics, deferring his studies until  his National Service was completed. He greatly enjoyed his time at Durham,  socialised a lot and met congenial people, played rugby for his college, tried  his hand at rowing and did sufficient studying to emerge with a respectable  degree. He was President of the Students’ Union during his final year.
After Durham he worked for  various engineering companies in the north-east, initially as a graduate  trainee and later as an executive. From there he began to be interested in the  world of financial journalism and managed to obtain a post with the Manchester  Evening News. This was followed by jobs with the Investors’ Chronicle and the  Daily Telegraph. He had a regular column with the Scottish-based firm of D. C.  Thompson, publishers of the Sunday Post.
He worked for The Guardian  for more than twenty years with his own regular column until retirement. He was  proud of his association with The Guardian, particularly because of its  independent and liberal reputation. It gave him the scope to put to full use  his considerable talent for producing considered and punchily-written articles.  That Robin was highly valued is summed up in a letter from the current executive  editor and director, Sheila Fitzsimons, who says that he was “a much-loved  member of staff and will be greatly missed by his former colleagues.”
In retirement Robin  settled in Welwyn Garden City, from where he continued to care for his parents,  who had retired to the area. He was able to develop his interest in building up  a substantial collection of paintings, furniture and objets d’art. He was  always willing to show and discuss any of the items and to share his knowledge.
He was happy also to join  us and other OSBs each year for a few days’ walking, especially if it was in  the Lake District. He was always up early to explore the local area, taking a  keen interest in the bird life. Robin’s instinctive curiosity was a delight. He  made two trips to Australia in recent years, staying with Ron Barr (G 48-52) on  each occasion.
It was following his  return from the latest trip early in February 2012 that he was diagnosed with  cancer and given weeks to live. In the event, with great cheerfulness, stoicism  and dignity he faced his illness for six more months. During his treatment he  heard with great sadness and a sense of poignancy of the death of Ron, with  whom he had stayed only a short time previously. His ashes were interred with  those of his parents on 3rd August 2012 at St. Dunstan’s church in  Monks Risborough, Buckinghamshire.
        Robin greatly valued the education he received and,  perhaps conscious of the sacrifices his parents had made, he was ever grateful  to them and to all at St. Bees. He was a fine example of an Old St. Beghian.”